It was ten years ago.

He was only sixteen years old and a freshman in high school. Sitting next to him was a thin girl. At that time, he was very introverted, and he only buried his head in reading books on weekdays, and never talked to girls. And she, like him, is also quiet and quiet, not saying a word.

One day, she handed over a note: How to do this question? Her handwriting is very beautiful, just like her face, the green silk in her ears, so beautiful. He looked at her like that all the time. He glanced at the note, wrote down the answer very seriously, and handed it to her. She smiled: Thank you.

"Can you tell me about it?" he was immersed in the chemistry problem when she suddenly turned her head and asked. He seemed to smell the scent of her hair all at once. He stopped the chemistry problem in his hand and patiently told her the function problem that was easy for him. Her voice was particularly sweet, and this voice left a deep imprint on his heart, so that for many years to come, he tried to find this voice and liked girls with this voice.

He told her for a long time, and she finally understood, and finally did not forget to say "thank you", and then buried her head in her own world.

In the months that followed, almost every few days, she would ask him questions he didn't know, and every time, he would tell her very seriously. It became almost their only way of communicating.

Later, he felt a little annoyed. He started to be a little perfunctory, just casually talking to her, and then went on to bury his head in his own sea of tactics. She probably sensed something, and she didn't know when she stopped asking him questions.

In the blink of an eye, it was the spring of the following year, and at that time, they both changed their seats, and they were far away, and they hardly intersected with each other.

He still remembers that it was a rainy day, and after class ended at noon, all the students rushed to the cafeteria to get food. He remembered the smell of the oil cakes made in the canteen at that time, and in the palm-sized oil cakes, some vegetables were rolled, sometimes peppers and shredded potatoes, sometimes fried eggplants.

He was at the back of the line, holding a meal card with the name of the school printed on it, waiting for the two oil cakes that remained unchanged. Just then, someone slapped him on the back. He turned around, and it turned out to be her. She was a little out of breath, and her beige shirt was drenched in raindrops: "You don't have to cook today, your sister has come to see you." He said, "Where's my sister?" She didn't say anything, grabbed his arm and ran outside.

The rain outside suddenly fell heavily, and he was a little overwhelmed all of a sudden, it was the first time in his life that a girl pulled him to run in the rain. They ran in the rain and didn't say a word. His sister saw them from afar and ran over as well.

The two of them ran to her sister out of breath, and she smiled and said to her sister, "Your brother is here, I'll go first." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and ran towards the cafeteria. At this time, his sister shouted, "Bring an umbrella." She had gone far and replied loudly, "No." ”

That day, his sister brought him the meatballs she had made, and he was a little stunned, and he didn't want to eat them until he ate a few. He said to his sister, "Don't come to see me again." ”

The days were still the same, he could see her every day, but he didn't talk to anyone. She seems to be getting more and more beautiful, she is still quiet, walking out of the classroom alone, returning to her seat alone, burying her head in studying. She wore a ponytail that was not long or short, and a few hairs from her ears fell to her face from time to time, and she brushed it up with her hands, and the early morning sun shone on her side of her face, so beautiful······

Towards the end of his first year of high school, he suddenly didn't want to read it. He was hooked on physics and he wanted to be a physicist. He began to think about the origin of the universe with his head in his hands while he was in class alone. He began to suffer from insomnia, and he suspected that he had a nervous breakdown.

Less than half a month after the start of the sophomore semester of high school, he left school.

It was a year before the two of them met again. It was also in the cafeteria that day, and after eating, he went to the sink to wash his hands and suddenly heard a girl call his name. He turned his face and realized it was her. She seemed to be taller than before, still so thin, but noticeably more cheerful. She smiled and asked, "What class are you in now?"

He said, "I'm on the second one, what about you?" and "I'm on the third and fourth, just upstairs from you." They just talked and laughed all the way back to the school building together.

For months to come, he would run into her almost every day, sometimes saying hello to each other.

The college entrance examination is approaching day by day, and he knows very well in his heart that this college entrance examination has nothing to do with him. And she, like all senior high school students, ran to the cafeteria every day to eat, gobbled up two hard-to-swallow oil cakes, and then ran back to the classroom to do the questions.

At noon the day before the junior high school student went to the county seat to take the college entrance examination, he was also in the cafeteria, and he was almost the last person still eating in the cafeteria, when she suddenly ran to his side out of nowhere and stuffed him with two packets of milk and a letter. She still smiled like that, and said to him in a very sweet voice: "I can't drink anymore, you have to eat more, see how thin you ······" He pushed again and again, and she forced the milk into his pocket, "Take it quickly, you eat slowly, I'll go first." As usual, she ran out of the cafeteria, her long ponytail floating, like a dream, and gradually disappeared from his sight.

When he returned to the dormitory in the evening, he opened the letter with trembling hands······

Yan Sen:

I really appreciate your help in my studies in my first year of high school, thank you!

I will always remember you, and I wish you success in your studies and a bright future!

Your former tablemate: Su Xia

The next day, he was in the classroom when he heard the sound of firecrackers outside. He looked out the window to see buses carrying senior high school students leaving the campus amid the rumbling sound of firecrackers and heading to the college entrance examination center in the county seat.

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On the same day of the second year, he, like her back then, was also in such a firecracker, riding such a bus, to take the college entrance examination in the county seat. On the day of the college entrance examination, he mixed in with the crowd of students from different high schools, and suddenly found that a girl in front of him was very similar to her, and he immediately shouted her name: "Su Xia, Su Xia!" But no one responded. "I'm probably looking at the wrong person······" Thinking so, he walked into the examination room with a large group of candidates······

Until now, he hadn't seen her again, nor did he know where she was or how she was doing. Probably, it's really going to be the end of the world.

However, after so many years, he has always remembered her deeply and missed her. And whenever he told the people around him about this past, he would suddenly say as shyly as before: Su Xia, it is my first love.